This,
another iron bridge in our valley which crosses over the Cothi, is
half way between our iron bridge and Brechfa. There used to be
another iron bridge closer to the A40 which took you to church –
the little Trinity Church which nestles, surrounded by daffodils at
this time of year, just on the bend by Monachdy cottage. Children on
that side of the river could cross to the wee schoolhouse which is
now a private cottage. However, the middle of it is now gone so it's
not possible to cross it. I'll try and do a walk down that way next
week and take some photos of the church and ruinous bridge. My son told me (years after the event) that he and his mates used to dive off it into the river. I am SO glad I didn't know what they were up to at the time as it was quite a drop!
This one got its name as before this solid bridge was built,
its predecessor was a hanging bridge – think Indiana Jones here!
The lady who used to drive the school taxi and pick up our kids at
the gate to ferry them down to school in Nantgaredig, always called
it the swing bridge, and said they used to cycle up to it on summer
days. I imagine the boys would start to lark about on it when the
girls were in the middle just to hear them scream.
The view upstream from the bridge, and below, downstream.
It's about 3 miles up the valley from home, so I got my husband to drop me off and I walked back. It's an easy walk apart from the steep hill up from my smallholding neighbour's place, but that, surprisingly, I can cope with better than the hill up to our house from the river. That's a killer.
There were plenty of sheep and lambs about, and lots of baaing going on. I had wished for sunshine to liven up the landscape a little, but it is still rather monochrome and spring is going to be late this year. I am just so desperate to see leaves on the trees again.
This made me laugh - Medallion Sheep!!
I stopped for a cuppa at my smallholding friend's farmhouse, and we had a lovely chat. We are great friends and get on like a house on fire, as the saying goes. She has had a birthday recently and one of her daughters got her some tiny chicks and day old ducklings. I couldn't resist a peep at the ducklings (who are Khaki Campbells) and plan to go back soon and see the chicks and some Aylesburys who have yet to be delivered.
Below - as you can see, no shortage of Ramsons to pick round here! Back tomorrow with today's walk . . . Have a good weekend all.
